Disclaimer: It never gets boring to assure you peeps I don't own Hetalia.

A/n: Did you know that the anime-version of Hetalia is going to make all Spamano fans very happy? You know what I'm talking about... Boss Spain's control of Southern Italy, anyone?~

This Dance: Quick Quick Slow

Antonio:

Ah, Lovino was shaking.

I felt it when I pressed his overheated face into my chest, I felt it when I let my hands dance over his sweaty body and I felt it even more when the same hands came dangerously close to his lower back. His cute, soft, squeezable lower back. How wonderful it would be to cup that butt. How would it feel under my touch? What would Lovi say? What would he do?

'Y-you bastard, w-what are you thinking, touching me like that… ~blush~'

And then I'd jump him.

Ah, no, no… I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, trying to keep myself under control. My hands stopped approaching his butt and slowly moved back to Lovi's waist. Lovino's trembling wasn't getting any less shaky, but I heard a wheezy sigh in relief coming from his mouth.

That's right, I had to be careful. Now that I had found out I was in love with my lovely Lovi, it was very important to not scare him away from me. I had to make sure these strange and wanting feelings inside of me were mutual.

Because I… I hoped Lovino felt the same way about me as I did about him. I hoped he enjoyed dancing with me and that he didn't mind me holding and leading him. And according to my own Spanish instincts, I really thought he liked me back. Why else did he agree to dance with me? And I had kissed him a lot already, without him ever pushing me away…

(Okay, maybe he tried to push me away a couple of times, but he wasn't really insistent and in the end he was very willing to comply, so…)

With my eyes still shut, I wrapped my arms around him somewhat tighter. Please, let him like me back. Please please please let him like me back. It would kill me if he wouldn't like me back.

'S-Spain…' I heard Lovi stammer, his breath stroking my neck.

The pulsation of my heart increased and I was quick to lower my gaze to meet his. 'Yes, Lovi?'

I had expected to see shy, uncertain and shining green-brownish eyes, but instead, I saw a big fat frown and annoyance, glaring right at me.

'… just what the hell are you waiting for, you jackass! Weren't you saying something about a last dance?'

His barking tone startled me. Where did the cute stammering go?

I laughed hastily. 'A-ah, yes! I did—'

'Get on with it already!' Lovino spat, '…shit, I got more things to do!'

He was lying. I narrowed my eyes. 'Really, now? Like what?'

'W-well… not that's it any of your business, but it's my turn to… um… cook this evening! Yes! I have to make some great pizza quattro stagioni with lots of tomatoes and since Feliciano is a stupid fucked up homo, only I am able to create this great pizza!' Lovino grinned, really proud of that sad, obvious lie he had just produced. Lovino's lying skills were so awful, so bad, that even I, of all people, could tell when he was lying.

I decided to play along with him and nodded. 'Aww, well, if that's the case, let's get started, then!'

'About time.' He snorted and wanted to make some distance between our bodies, but I simply gripped his sides and made sure he absolutely couldn't move away from me.

'Ah, where do you think you're going?~' I smiled, lightly massaging his waist.

He turned red again, placed his hands against my chest and tried to push himself away from me. '…l-let go, you bastard! There's no way we can dance like this!'

'Don't be so silly, Lovi!~' I said with a happy voice, '…of course we can dance like this! We have to dance like this!'

He kept on pushing. 'Why!'

'Why? Well, because, you know, towards the end of a lot of balls and parties where's dancing involved, most guests have gotten tired of dancing – just like yourself!~'

'Fuck you.'

'And so, the last dance is mostly a dance where both partners are standing really close to each other, resting and enjoying each other's company. They're actually leaning on their dance partner.'

'You've just made this shit up, right?'

'Because it's kind of difficult to dance like that, all pressed together and such, the last dance is more of a… you know… slow dance.'

Lovino's eyes grew wide in shock. 'No.'

Once again, I ignored him. 'It really is a very easy dance. There's hardly any movement in a slow dance at all and you don't have to think about certain steps, either. However, Lovi, you're not standing in the right position right now.'

'Good! Because I'm not going to slow dance with you!' Lovi snarled.

'Here, let me help you…' I smiled and took Lovino's arms. Then I raised them to my shoulders and draped his arms around my neck. '…keep them there, just like this, okay?'

Lovi stared at me and opened his mouth to say something, but there weren't coming any vowels out.

'W-wh… wh…'

His arms were stiff, balancing on my shoulders kind of unstable. His face was red and his frown was slowly melting into something softer. His breathing sounded hasted and nervous and oh so beautiful. Ah, he was such a whirlwind of emotions, now, wasn't he?~

I patiently waited until I felt he relaxed his arms and steadied his position. He didn't want to look at me and I knew he must have said something bad when I heard him muttering under his breath, but I couldn't care less.

Because… my cute Lovi was (again) giving in to me and I loved it. There weren't many people around who were able to make Lovino surrender and there were even less people around who were able to make him stand so close to them. I hoped I was the only one who could hold the southern part of Italy like this without having to fear for the mafia or absurd forms of domestic violence – although I knew he would threat me with them, anyway.

After all, Lovino was Lovino.

'Well…' I finally said, slowly beginning to move, '…I'm starting, Lovi.'

'Stupid bastard. D-don't you have to put on some music first?' he quietly said, following my lead.

I chuckled. 'No.'

'Why not?'

'It's not necessary.'

'Lazy jerk.'

'And I don't want to let go of you.'

'S-shut the hell up.'

I obeyed.

We danced the last dance in a comfortable silence. None of us said anything as we slowly shuffled on the dance floor.

It was nice, really. I liked it, this pleasant atmosphere. Lovino seemed to like it too, since he hadn't complained since that last command. I heard him sighing as quietly as he could and I just knew he had to be very tired, even though he had tried to deny that.

I looked down on his exhausted figure and began to wonder if I should tell the Italian about my feelings. Now was probably a very good time – no Francis or Gilbert or Germany or Feli or Hungary in sight and Lovino didn't look like he was still planning to cook for him and his brother anymore…

I blushed when Lovino leant more against me and hesitantly rubbed his face into my chest. His hands were holding on to my shoulders tightly, as if he was scared to let me go. His eyes were closed. A faint blush on his cheeks was the only evidence he was still awake.

I swallowed. Oh God. He was so cute, he was so dangerously adorable… I wanted to kiss him. I really, really wanted to kiss him. If only I could make up an excuse to kiss him…

Wait.

'Ah, I suppose I owe you a kiss, Lovi!~ Ahaha…'

The night Lovi and I kissed for the first time.

The night I wanted to kiss him so much more passionate than just some cute lip-to-lip-contact.

The night Feli disturbed us before I could actually kiss Lovi much more passionate.

The night I told Lovi I owed him a real kiss.

Ah?~ I smiled. I actually had an excuse.